Page 100 - Corporal in Charge of Taking Care of Captain O'Malley

88 Jack Fritscher

Until they shut up. Now: clarity coming through his eavesdrop.
Clarity coming to him. This is the County. In the semi-dark
he figures how it might be: groomed, the Dogmaster, opening
his kennel cage, come to shear his hairy body, train him, force-
sniffing his nose to commanding butthole, licking of bulbous
big red dick. Enormous. Powerful Dogman. Heavy paws holding
him in position. The dog master’s long spit into the crack of his
ass. Wild barking from other cages. The Dobe and the Dane
pacing, watching, eager. The Dog master’s snarling mount. The
head sliding out of the heavy uncut skin. Insistent. Dogslickwet.
Fucked in. Deep. Heavy fullness. Plowing. Holding. Pumping.
Held firm in place by the Dogmaster’s big paws. Only the com-
manding look from the hairy Dogmaster’s eye holding the Dobe
and Dane at bay. Only the whim of the Dogmaster not throwing
open the locks on the separate cages of the pack of huge trained
male fighting dogs.
Only minutes now. The hum of the Dogmaster’s clippers
stop ping. The whine on the other side of the door. The sound of
the Dogmaster’s hand unlocking the deadbolt. The deep-throated
bark ing rising to full howl and salute, cage to cage, in the dark ken-
nel. Only moonlight breaking through the high, barred industrial
win dows. The sound of the iron door opening. The blinding light
from the Dogmaster’s bright, hard-tiled quarters. The Dobe and
the Dane bounding into the kennel around the heavy legs of the
Dogmaster. His big, hairy body planted squarely in dark outline
against the light, shimmering in bristling halo, around the full
measure, bulk and height and well-hung heft, of the Dogmaster
who waits one long moment in the Special Services Kennel door
for the night vision that is his alone, to carry him down the
long growling corridor to the deputy’s cage, where every move,
driven by his crossbred, massive Dog Dik, unbelievably, beyond
the captive deputy’s imagination, brings out the latent beast in the
caged, choke-chained, naked, exultant manimal!

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